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Orlandu is yet another pathetic worm, trying to change the inevitable results of this eternal, bloody circle. Sephiroth has won this match before, and this has not only proven his superiority to everyone around him, it also has given him a massive psychological advantage over Orlandu. Regardless of how proud a warrior you are, there is always that lingering doubt that comes up when you are in a rematch against one of the few warriors that has defeated you. A rematch against the feared Sephiroth only makes it even worse - to be placed in the middle of the arena, matched against the power of complete evil, an ominous theme playing in the background - it's enough to make even a strong fighter like Orlandu shiver. You already know the results - why do you need to ponder over fate? |
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It's a rematch of epic proportions this week, as Cidolfas Orlandu once again crosses blades and wits with Sephiroth. The first match between these veteran duellers was the debut for both in the Duelling League, resulting in a win for Sephy. Cid's come a long way since that long-gone fight: a godlike title and nine wins later, he's proven himself as one of the greatest warriors to grace the division, and he'll gladly show Sephiroth the extent of his fame. With superior speed and offense, Orlandu's can burn through even the toughest of bosses. He'll need that firepower, as Sephiroth's pressure game is truly impressive. However, Thundergod Cid isn't one to roll over in the face of a foe as dangerous as the One-Winged Angel. It'll be a truly epic fight, worthy of the term "Godlike". |
Otter Orlandu approached Sephiroth the day before the match. "I understand you've a precedent for offering to settle matches with straight sword duels, on occasion. Since we already know the outcome of an ordinary match between us, I thought we might make things interesting." Sephiroth smirked and confidently assented immediately. "Very well. Basic sword combat it is." When the silver-haired swordsman entered the arena the next day, however, he didn't see Cidolfas anywhere. Instead, he saw a purple-haired girl loosely gripping a gleaming shamshir, her cold gaze directed downwards. As he walked into the ring uncertainly, Marisa looked up, smiled at him, and raised her sword. "You have agreed to settle this match as an honorable duel between swordsmen. Come, draw your blade and fight." With an indignant snort, Sephiroth reached for his materia, but the vicious hissing from the audience gave him pause. Marisa leaned in closer and deadpanned, "Your opponent this week did a fine job of advertising a sword fight. Anything less would be... disappointing for certain members of the audience. Ghaleon's been so bored in his off-season that he's just been dying to see a good fight." That's it, Sephiroth thought with pure and murderous rage. Even if the knight had effectively ceded the match, Orlandu would pay for this one. Returning Marisa's stare with full force, the Perfect SOLDIER suddenly drew his Masamune and brought it around for a diagonal slash in one smooth motion. His attack would have felled most any opponent, but the damned girl seemed to slip right through his sword, neatly avoiding his blade with a sudden burst of speed that brought her to Sephiroth's suddenly exposed flank. As he desperately turned his head and tried to follow her movements, Marisa shot him a cool smile. The last thing he heard was the click of the unsheathed shamshir, and then everything was black. Sephiroth: 66 Lurking Registered User
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